Meet with me now, near unto
brusque candle and sing with me;
elsewhere will not come by tonight.
Then you, then me, then crouch-under-blanket,
and crutches stood up by the door of the den.
Do catch up a swart shaving of tonight
with the pin of your voice, do you,
if you sing? —And I will catch all of you up
in the cups of my sly and spacious view.
-2004
